No, you don't read
too much.
You read too little
of
what's just there.
You read wild, maybe
because you find
that natural. And
holy shoot you
score most
tries.
This I criticize here
is a high worth mark,
and praise no diss. You
read not too much meaning
only more than. Greater
than where I lacked. I left
you wanting more, and
didn't
mean to.
That's on me,
that's what I say.
No bad on you. Still
we could play a nice,
kind, real sincere line
between us without
depending on tricks
being there for enjoyment
always - right? Why not.
So easy if. It is easy
with us, almost
everywhen.
Say fair: maybe what's
right on the surface is
too easy for you. You
think more of me maybe!
He must
mean more
than that. More must
be there!
A wish! Good one!
Sometimes I do mean
bonus gleam, but
it tends bright
enough to read
by, so I flatter myself.
Between most
lines: I do
not.
Just aim. Drawn taut
from me to a point! Just
one line, really. You can
tell, since if it really curves
it's an arc with real physics
in it. No fine line, in
the fancy sense of
occasions to get
wine-drunk in
clothes too simple
to call fancy, but
so simple we find
elegance no luxury,
but simple fit in rich
moments. No between
lines at all. Just fare
between us, if no one
pulls a boner and tries
to pass it off as a bird.
With wings! Look!
The shadow!
Meaning levels up, huh?
Still a bonehead move
to pretend it should mean
more and it doesn't. What
are we?
Fooling? Oh, we kid
at will, whimmo.
Sorry! I'm whimmo,
if you like. You can be
kid dynamite, swashbuckling
ex-mastermind of the Zen
Extreme, or whatever
fits character or mood!
You play so well and
true I can't imagine
you off base unless
you stole it home!
What if I'm not, though?
You act like you look up
to me, which is so high
inside when I see it, but
I'm kind of level with
you at best, and often
- but not too often -
I have to play way
over my thought level
just to get ahead! Not
past you, just ahead
and shoulders with
you. In a given case,
what if - no wait. No say
'What if.' Say no if. This case:
here. One in meaning. Two
to pull, draw, flip. Or just
catch and rocket.
Say I'm not. And try this.
Going in: crush. Kill.
Metaphor. Flat. Delete
bonus level. Follow one
line right as hand. You
choose which hand it's
on: I am on the other.
On-the-level: there's
the placement, here's
the windup - you know
who - and a hard shot from
home to the big hitter, up
on the mound! Left me
right to you,
left
to right:
easy. True,
nothing fancy. OK?
I mean I do bonus
levels fine when I'm
on point, in the zone
you called in
and bounded out
plain and fair. Fun stuff
for both - you catch me
sweet all the time, no
problemo!
But half the other time
I feel you get irked like
a knee-jerk cryptologist,
taunted and seduced all
foul by a simple ingredients
panel. Where does all THIS
come in? This does not
explain hot and fresh
bread smells, originally.
As if I jerked you! But
I just gave you the stuff,
pow on the level! A tough
looking scone flown from
hot ovens, served baked
goods - drop a clot of
cream on, honey!
Literally! Delicious
as-is, too. Or
a bit plain to bite.
Go ahead, drop
a big wallop
of cream.
No cross-eyed
between-lines read
to find, though, not
sometimes. DUMB?
No, it speaks, it just uses
very words, all sizes to
fit no fancy but plain
vanilla. Girl, boy howdy
if you want fruit where
there was none, you've
got to take the ground
prepared, tuck a pit in
it and wait for it to rain
by your decree or dance!
This meadow wasn't
a burgeoning orchard
'til you showed up all
peachy, fuzzy - pissed
at no plum to thumbs
up! But
the meadow was
and is okay, right?
You loved it. Once
not enough. Well
hell's meadows, girl!
A plot like this, dense
with wild growth is way
better for your fruit
-jones efforts! About
every
time
you root a winner,
and blooms smell
so good while we
wait for me to catch
up. Sometimes, a weed
that survived all that
crap you threw at it
by eye - finding it absurd
to be so one-I of sense,
wanting strong meaning
- was and is
a pretty
wild
flower.
Bee as you know,
drink deep as nectar
is, honey grows thick
maybe, later. One plus
one does not make
hivemind. But there is
buzz to find in two
becoming one in some
sense. Trust me, you trust
you to that when it's yours.
You give plain to suit too!
Well. Try me that way,
maybe. Clear!
Just
pat the paddles around
my chest hard, I'll jump
pretend 'til the juice hits.
I don't mind play if both
are in, and know the rule
if not always the score!
Try this: kill
"say what you mean"
- as if I didn't!
When nothing but just
what those words mean
in a row pulls weight. Direct
pull - all in a line. It sounded
funny to you, so naturally you
dove in for the joke. Finding
none, credit me for plain
sincerity first - then pop
a fun comeback where
funny should be! Don't fault
me there wasn't one. Nothing
funny there, really - my fault?
Well, that's fair. And that
was sarcasm - which you knew.
Sarcasm is intended to be caught out!
'Another meaning meant' blares, there
- a pretty hard, fairly hurtling toss off
base, which you are meant to catch!
Well, anyhow: to know how, where,
why it IS NOT just as-put. It is put
a touch off, with aim in a way
right on the money, so you check
your pocket and grin, neither tricked
nor robbed! Sarcasm streaks hard
to miss dumb mark and hit funny!
Sarcasm is A-OK, not a mock job.
Oh, it can be - calls to the tosser,
I say. Meant well sits well, as
excuses go. Meanwhile, sarcasm
runs nude not cloaked, easy all
through the field of grabby hands,
wanting to seize and accuse what's
no joke, exactly, just a fun off-aim
both caught deliciously in flagrante!
To catch and beat for butt duh
meaning, not dumb.
Both feel
smart!
You threw it that way,
I knew it that way.
Cool.
I get sarcasm where I can,
but not my style for taste when
I give. No good at it; too sincere.
Usually it's only this: "say what
you mean?" No: I meant what I said.
Just that, maybe not much - take it!
For what it's worth, not more no less.
Why not try it?
I do not put a pan in the bush
to mix up a big bird metaphor
for you, to pop in the hand.
Pretty, stupid. You're supposed
to KNOW on another level
from that old trick? But
it's obvious I do not, when
first thing: I said:
I do not
The metaphor switch got
stuck in the off position,
right? OK, he does not put
a pan in the bush. Who
would? The rest reads
plain one line.
No gag, dumb
if you want to
say so: but plain
meaning shines in it.
If you want it, there.
It is! So, don't flatter me
on my multilevel barn if
you can't hit the big, flashy
side. Fire! One side of the
barn's ablaze - NO THING
else in the barn matters, now!
Put it out! Get it wet
and cool down fast!
Wait.
My barn is stone, though.
Flint rock and lime. no twist.
A whole lime. We know that's
not real fire, then: glimmering
in heat mirage waves from
one side so big the whole
thing would fall over if
it depended on any
other side but front.
Well, that side. No door,
so, front's around back.
This is the bare big
backside, barn
girl.
Right? It's the moon
-literal side, acting
showy in the sun
on some not dumb
not mute, but basic
thing. A HIT! Now
you're tossing rocks!
Fire and forget, let fly,
find land. Simplicity
itself is not hard
if you look first,
get just that first,
what's there. Then
try a dive, already
satisfied after
a big peanut
butter meal.
You don't have
to wait an hour to wade
in by glance or just ask.
It's only water, clear as a bird
from one's hand. Ask: the answer
comes of itself too soon to count
as clever. Don't
call that steer bum. It's
a straight line shot! Vertical!
Not aimed from up the butt,
but from gut - or heart's bottom
off top of the head, bounce from
the tip of tongue and who knew? IT
was all I meant! Sorry?
Other level(s)? Sure I
love it when your smart
play of line gooses me
up so caught we play
catch all over the place,
glad every toss, more on
than off. I get there if
you fly me.
You do. So much.
I don't hate or fear
your fall, nor disappointing
you when I know I just mean
it. We do catch up,
clearly. I trust
you can beat me up now
and then for standing leg
deep in shallows, beckoning
you in. It's cool. I literally ask
you for such crashing waves
you bring in to sea
from dry sand. Wild
gets everywhere,
but
me?
No fancy nose for it!
Not by aim, for starters. What
I said is just the line I sent, most
like. If it stinks, it actually
smells real first, then maybe
if you got that part, just
for what it as-is was,
taken as a given, (it
was), who minds if you
wander bewitchingly
enchanting to the first
cliff. expecting flower
patch landings?
Not me! You find some
I never knew were there!
Then I feel smart and
dumb at once! The
epiphany finding no-seek
Wonderdolt, on call!
Yep, I meant to say that
and did! How wonderfully
it means now in minds
combined. Some trick?
No trick to it.
However, look first. That's
all I'd ask, from the start.
It's often all I meant to give.
Look first, ask questions after
- or leap! If you leap too far
for me to catch, too far
for all I threw you, I note it
midair
and race you to the ground!
I will catch up, to catch
you.
You've caught me
doing that every time,
and the fall in your eyes
as you found me out not
fancy but plain is okay
sometimes.
We both like fancy,
where it fits. We know
each does, but this
is key.
Only one of us is
any good at it to begin
with. Not me.
You are fancy free.
I am jack catch.
We do not miss
much.
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